| Previous | Nov 4, 1991 | Next |
Halloween Monster | ||
| The Halloween monster stood right in their path. Its breath smelled of onions, it needed a bath. As big as a house it was coming to stay. With black hairy arms it was right in their way. Its hair was all orange and covered with dirt. The Halloween monster had blood on its shirt. Its fangs were so sharp they could cut like a saw; Each finger so busy it looked like a claw. It laughed like a maniac, licking its chops. They screamed out in fear and looked 'round for the cops. Then the mean monster just started to cry. "How come I never have friends though I try? Though I am ugly, I'm nice as can be. Please don't be frightened, just play here with me." | ||
| Previous | Category Philosophy Categories Index | Next in Category |